I live 40kms from Pune; campus is on a hill. You'd think that would mean a lot of peace and quiet, right? Wrong. After the festivities of the Nav Ratras when every popular bollywood song was played to the goddesses, the joys (read noise) of diwali begin. Please don't get me wrong, I LOVE diwali; I'm so happy I'm in India for it after so many years. However, it is a festival of LIGHTS not SOUNDS.
Every morning at 4:30a.m. I can hear people from the local village on a loud-speaker, no less, chanting and singing God's praises. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if they could actually carry a note...but alas, God denied them that talent. With all due respect (although this post appears to be laden with disrespect), my grandfather stated, "God isn't deaf. He can hear your thoughts." I wish more people believed that.
If the people in the village want others to think of God early in the morning, guess what? They've succeeded. When I hear the music, I take my pillow and put it over my head and whisper, "Oh God! Not again!"
2 comments:
Hahahahaahha that was uncharacteristically wicked of you!
We used to have a hill just off the UCWA women'a hostel, off senapathy bapat road, opposite Symbiosis. And have you been to Indore Farzan in Ferguson Road, the kachoris are out of this world. And then you walk down to Talwalkar's and exercise it off. And then head to Rangoli and Vaishali and eat all you can :) Well.. this was in 1994. Where exactly in Pune, are you ? or maybe its already in the blog somewhere. Will get to it later :)
TAA for now
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